The poor child’s father had failed to show up to take his young child who was scared of street wolves of Sodomite Saudi Arabia to go home alone at noon, when the streets are deserted & dangerous.

I’m a Terminator. I immediately grabbed that opportunity. It was going to make my trip back to home a little longer but I’m a servant of women & children.

In our way, we found an ice-cream shop that was luckily open at an otherwise nap time in Dammam.

We bought cone ice-cream and enjoyed licking it on our way home.

I did that on next day, also, and my nose-bleeding stopped.

Jesus saved my life with two cones of ice-cream costing 1 Rial, while I had saved a poor child of a rich industrialist who was afraid of Sodomites so common on Saudi streets due to lack of women rights there.

But my blog also consists of some Quran Studies.

I was born in Saudi Arabia to two immigrant parents. My mom was kind-of a refugee — she had run away from evil JI (Jamaat-e-Islami), a religio-political party who stalked her husband and her husband used to feed those dogs from his poor children’s money.

In Dammam, I studied in Saudi public schools, which are part schools, part religious seminaries teaching Wahabism, a puritanical creed of Islam and the mother ideology of all terrorist organizations, including IS (Islamic State).

Besides learning Arabic and Quran — Muslims’ only holy book — we were also taught unholy Islamic books called Hadith (statements falsely attributed to Muhammad), Sunnat (religious customs & traditions also falsely attributed to Muhammad), Tafseer (false interpretation of Quran, false translations of Quran”s difficult words and false “reasons” given to certain parts of Quran to tame their obvious commandments according to their liking), Seerat (dubious history of Islam that doesn’t make sense) and Fiqah.

The truth is that Fiqah is more like a cobweb of useless, obsolete conclusions and rulings using dubious methods.

Thanks to further radicalization by convicted dangerous, rebellious religious criminals and heretics like Imam Hanbal, ibn-e-Taymiya, and Imam Abdul Wahhab, Fiqah and the whole of Islam is now a labyrinth in which one can enter but not exit for thousands of years until Heracles comes to his rescue and damages the labyrinth, which USA, Russia, China and the rest of the world combined can’t dismantle.

Beside all these false, man-made magic (false religion), we were taught and practiced Wahabi Islam.

As if all above was not enough, they set up extra radicalization classes to recruit for Afghan Jihad of 80s.

I’ll eat my hat if the world powers can as much as stop this destructive, Satanic ideology in its tracks, let alone terminate it.

So here I come. THE Terminator of all problems. It was not a lie when I claimed in 2008 that I was working on the technology to build heaven.

You can read my theory with interesting details in my posts. My theory – in a nutshell – goes something like this:

The world lived in TOTAL peace & harmony until Lamech, which is a Jewish word that means “The Mighty”, showed lust in a beautiful women called Adah, which is another Jewish word that means “beautiful”.

After having his son from her, he married another woman named Zilla, which means “rib”.

A man hardens his heart since his early adolescence and stops crying. He becomes evil: selfish & violent like Cain. He transforms from Dr. Jackyll to Mr. Hyde.

The solution is that the man marry his soulmate and receive the Baptism of Love.

This marriage of True Love fills man’s heart with love (the Holy Spirit), which covers over a multitude of wrongs, as Bible says.

Since Lamech (also called Nimrod – “Rebel on God”) never married his soulmate and lied about Zilla, he remained evil & violent.

He also Christened himself “Enoch” to fool the Jews who used to follow the tradition of Cain whose name the Lord had changed to “Seth” after he was baptized by marrying his soulmate, Asia.

Lamech then walked with God (obeyed his wives) for 300 years but then the soulmates of his wives showed up. He killed them and that violence on the part of Lamech exposed his lies and his wives killed him because it is written,

“Whoso sheddeth man’s blood, by man shall his blood be shed: for in the image of God made he man.”

In 1987, he enrolled in a FORTRAN course to crack the puzzle of computer programming.

He got stuck at first assignment.

We used to share the room. After dinner, he asked me if I was interested in learning computer programming.

I was excited.

He gave me a 10 minute introduction and then gave me his assignment to solve.

I wrote a solution. It was slightly different from his solution.

The problem was simple: Given the formula for calculating Force, F=m*a, calculate F, if m=5 and a=3.

This is what my brother wrote:

F = m * a
m = 5
a = 3
write (F)

But the computer won’t understand and kept printing garbage.

Computers process commands sequentially, so I put the values of “m” and “a” first, then the formula to calculate “F”. Like this:

m = 5
a = 3
F = m * a
write (F)

It worked.

Now I have been working on the Programming Puzzle since then.

I went on and tried enrolling in Computer Science but it was off limits for non-Saudis.

I enrolled in a FORTRAN course but I realized it was a very limited language. FORTRAN stands for FORmula TRANslation.

I went to the central library and found a delicious programming book, TRS-80 BASIC With Business Applications.

BASIC provides ability to manipulate more than numbers.

But the problem was how to teach computers to understand Hamid.

What was missing? How could even a child understand things but a computer cannot?

How come even a mosquito knows what it’s doing but billion-dollar machines with AI (Artificial Intelligence) don’t know what they’re doing?

They keep telling us that our brain is a huge neural network so if we keep building larger and larger neural nets (which basically compare two images and tell us how similar or different they are), then eventually, computers will accidentally gain understanding.

Because “intelligence” is a magic to them which comes accidently if we keep building ever larger ANNs (Artificial Neural Nets).

They believe in magic so they proceed like magicians and keep cooking weird stuff that strikes fear and awe in the audience as well as the investors.

So last year, the total investment in AI reached a staggering figure of $8.5 billion.

The most impressive achievement: AlphaGO, a computer that can play GO, a board game.

Does it even know it’s playing a game?

Can it choose not to play or even not to win?

No.

Computers still don’t understand Hamid.

And the scientists are not working on making them understand Hamid.

That’s what’s wrong with AI.

We need to appreciate Hamid’s finding. And work on it as I did since 1987.

It’s interesting how young people do not worry. I mean I had no idea where we could go for a dinner but I still was cool.

I tell God age is not a problem and I’m not interested in having children. The population explosion had its worst effects on the Saudi economy. I try to tell God about true love and population explosion problem and He likes that.

After a while, a patient comes out and the attendant calls me in.

Some patients were curious to see a male visitor in that department who didn’t fit. All Dr. Pritima’s male visitors used to be either pharmaceutical agents with bulky bags or doctors but this guy..

This guy looked and smelled like a date!

Dating is considered a taboo in Saudi Arabia and all patients were female and envied Dr. Pritima.

I went in.

She was wearing a very beautiful dress.

She apologized for unexpected number of patients.

I told her I didn’t mind.

We talked for a while. The attendant brought us tea.

She took a sip. She was looking for proper words.

After a few more sips while perusing her book of appointments, she asked me if I could visit her on Thursday 2pm (in 1995, Thursdays used to be half days and the first day of weekends in Saudi Arabia.)

She thought a lunch would be a more appropriate time, especially in a country like Saudi Arabia.

“Sure, it’s a date.”, I agreed. We could spend some more time together because of the weekend, I thought.

My brother Rashid must have regretted rejecting KSU. In KSU, he could have studied Economics in Arabic, which we all speak fluently, instead of studying it in far, far Istanbul in stupid, alien Turkish language which is of no use outside Turkey.

But I respected his choices and tried to play the good brother.

As soon as I finished setting him in his Indian friends’ apartment, God reminded me of THAT GIRL and gave me the next hint. He told me she was on some picturesque mountain top.

I forgot the great Briefing by my good work colleagues about Istanbul’s prostitutes and went to a travel company and asked the agent about nearest tourist mountain city.

He put me on a bus to Bursa.

But Bursa was anything but beautiful. All I found were buses honking their horns in the congested traffic due to Hajj holidays and Baqar Eid festivals (animal sacrifices).

It’s so disgusting a season that it’s alone a reason for a guy like me to thank God for sacrificing His son.

Jesus saved us from a lot of filth but Christians are unaware; they really need to Google on Islamic feast of sacrifices or come experience it first hand.

I was disappointed and confused in Bursa. I could find THAT GIRL nowhere. I went back to travel company and went ahead to Izmir. I found a small zoo there and afterwards, ran into a Syrian cart-pusher selling lemonade.

He refused to take any money from me and gave me two more free especial cups for finally finding someone who spoke Arabic. The poor guy must have suffered his share of Turks’ racism!

He wanted to thank God. Wasn’t a good guy to ask about girls and prostitutes, though.

Then I ran into a bad Kurd guy. I asked him about a place to find bad girls. He cursed me for coming all the way to Izmir looking for bad girls.. instead of the “Colorful Istanbul”.

He was right. How could I forget the Briefing?

I rushed back to Istanbul but by the time I reached it, it was 12am, June 4. And it was bloody cold; I was shivering.

I went to my brother’s apartment without delay and they took good care of me.

They also made sure I was kept away from the bad girls (ugh!) and they all came to see me off at bloody Ataturk Airport at 10am as my flight back to Jeddah was at 1pm.

Such people make you wonder why you paid them $220 and not just $25 they had asked to install a telephone line!

After I returned safe & sound to Jeddah, my bank, NCB ripped me off $1000 traveller checks I had not used and deposited with them.

For a whole year I tried to recover my lost deposit and also to give Rashid an ATM that would work in Turkey without success.

Hamid was closely watching me through my little sister, who found my predicament very amusing. She also found my failure to find a bad girl in Turkey equally amusing.

My brother Hamid then took that opportunity and asked me to leave Rashid and his financial problems to him.

Since his arrival, he was in search of a song he had heard and found amusing.

He only remembered its rhythm and a few lyrics. Since I had never heard it, I couldn’t help him find it.

A girl of 10 used to come and go freely in our house because our mom loved her for some reason. Her name was Fahmida.

Hamid once asked her about the song and sang the small part he remembered,

“Tu patang heh kisi aur ki”
(you are someone else’s kite)

It made her burst into a laugh!

Hamid, the Mr. Smart, was embarrassed. After a while, she caught her breath and corrected Hamid: It’s not patang (kite) but pasand (like).

She then told him song’s name as well as the name of the Indian movie, DIL HEH KEH MANTA NAHI (MY HEART JUST WON’T ACCEPT).

That movie is an Indian remake of Hollywood movie, IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT.

Little did Hamid know God was going to make that movie and its song come live in his life. Hamid had been signed up for THE DIVINE COMEDY, which he rather sees as THE DIVINE TRAGEDY because it hurts him.

My flight back was scheduled earlier and went through Dhahran and I returned with my sister, while mom stayed behind with my brother, Hamid, (who figures out prominently in my life).

A few days later, I went to Airport Dhahran to receive mom who had decided to go through Dhahran back to Jeddah with me. My brother, Asim, who used to live in Dhahran, had given me his car to bring mom home.

I waited until all passengers came out but my mom didn’t come out. I gently asked the security guard to let me in to see why my mom had not come out.

I found her in the legal office. She was being interrogated by two officers. They told me my mom possessed 100 copies of magic. Traficking in magic carries death penalty in the holy lands of Saudi Arabia.

I looked at those pages and found some verses of Quran. I showed them those verses and asked them how that could be magic?

They looked intently, consulted with each other and knew they had no chance of winning the case and released mom.

Mom then told me she wasn’t sorry for her loss of those pages. She used to feel sorry for the millions of poor visitors and pilgrims who were harassed by these insolent customs officers who used to ruthlessly tear apart their luggage in search of non-existent drugs and left them crying without compensation.

It was then that I decided I was going to challenge them one day to prosecute me and God called me Son of Woman.